SLACK tides, smooth edges,
metal eyelets, drifting
in the cold snow.
MAN overboard,
man overboard,
CLIFFS and rocks, pitch
and plunge, a drum getting
louder, as you stagger off.
MAN overboard,
man overboard,
DEPTHS and weights,
ghost and saints.
a child waiting for
his father to love
him, as his son.
MAN overboard,
man overboard.
YOU SET AN INTREPID STAGE HERE, MY GOOD FRIEND...STRONG IMAGERY CARRYS A WELL CRAFTED WORK TO THE FINISH LINE FOR A 10...''''''''FRANK
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I would like to translate this poem
Sad poem David but very creative. Excellent write.